Time Trax

Darien Lambert:
Visual mode, Selma

Darien Lambert:
Interesting deputy.

Jobeth Saunders:
Yeah, well, he's a better deputy than he is a husband, I'll tell you that.

Darien Lambert:
You're married to him?

Jobeth Saunders:
Was. You'd be surprised how charming and good looking Gerald can be after three double margaritas. I drink coffee now.

Darien Lambert:
The one thing you can't do, is lose hope.

Luther Bell:
I was looking for something more specific.

Selma:
Things are not so bad, captain; at least you are above the grave, looking down.

Darien Lambert:
Good point, Selma.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Soon you'll begin to admire me.

Darien Lambert:
Right after I start admiring Adolf Hitler.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Let's be fair. Hitler was what he was because of economic factors.

Darien Lambert:
Don't hand me that hogwash, he was what he was an evil bastard, just like you.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Ah, so you do have the PPT, and it can send me back this time.

Darien Lambert:
You better believe it you bastard.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
And you lied about giving it to me. Captain Darien Lambert: the pride of the international police, champion of righteousness, a petty damn liar.

Darien Lambert:
Maybe my father was mean to me, too. [mocking Sahmbi]

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Don't joke about that; you never had a father.

Darien Lambert:
Okay, Sahmbi, maybe you had it tough, but at least you had a mother.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
[chuckling] My mother. She went into deep denial. She used to call me a pathological liar.

Darien Lambert:
That's what you all say. You blame it on your mothers, your fathers, your society, you blame it on everything and everybody except yourself. I'm a cop - I've heard it all before. You can take your sob story and you can shove it!

Selma:
Where would you care to begin?

Darien Lambert:
First I want to know more about this horse that beat Prince Regal.

Selma:
His name is Silent Song, he's five years old... hum.

Darien Lambert:
"Hum"? What's "Hum" mean?

Selma:
He appears to have had a sex change.

Darien Lambert:
You're kidding, right? [after chuckling lightly]

Selma:
No, my database clearly states he is a maiden.

Darien Lambert:
Selma, in horse racing a maiden is a horse that hasn't won yet.

Randall Quinn:
Well, captain, you already know about my invention. The L.E.C.T.O.R.; performance stimulation, without drugs.

Darien Lambert:
With terminal side effects.

Darien Lambert:
Every great idea has its downside.

Darien Lambert:
Well, what's a little thing like wanton slaughter of good horses, for a few million dollars.

Randall Quinn:
Good horses? They were nags; losers. I gave them their moment in the sun.

Darien Lambert:
Why is it I always end up in the women's john?

Checker:
Men generally don't appreciate it. You must be very sensitive. [she tells him while scanning his groceries, after noting a magazine he's buying]

Darien Lambert:
I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind of guy.

Selma:
"I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind of guy"? [mocking Darien at his apartment, in the next scene]

Darien Lambert:
Give me a break, Selma; this man/woman thing isn't very easy.

Selma:
Apparently not. It's moments of awkward interaction like that when I'm thankful I am a computer.

Darien Lambert:
Doctor, I'm the law here, and if I feel you're a threat to public safety, I am going to send your ass back to the future.

Jane Hawkins:
So you'd cut off your nose to spite your face?

Dr. Carter Bach:
It's my nose. My face.

Darien Lambert:
Where'd you learn that from, Rambo?

Everett Rankin:
No - Rambo learned that from me! [speaking of breathing threw a hollow reed under water]

Darien Lambert:
Cubs lost again. [lowering the news paper in frustration]

Selma:
They do that a lot, captain. Why don't you try following another team?

Darien Lambert:
No, Selma, I'll stick with the Cubbies for the nest one-hundred and fifty-five years, which is when they will will a pennant.

Darien Lambert:
Wha-what is this? "Cream puff"?

[reading the used cars section of a news paper]

Selma:
Slang, indicating "as new" appearance; most likely because the machine isn't really sound enough to drive. Buy a used car and you buy somebody's else trouble.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Idiot - I told you to keep your distance.

Ivan Mallory:
He was trying to lose me.

Mordecai Sahmbi:
Lose you how? Do you see any turn-offs? There's an art to trailing someone. You are an artless oaf.